i hate when people call their grandparents weird names instead of grandma and grandpa like babooshka or salami
people speak other languages you complete fuckwit
So I guess it’s official, I’m a loser. Well like I would’ve found out a long time ago. I knew that I was ever since. But jeez where are my friends anyways? What are they? Are they there just to walk the hallways of school so you won’t be alone? Are they there so they can agree to every little sentence you say? It makes me wonder furiously. I mean I have friends but everyone’s getting so distance to the point where we stop talking and forget about each other. The end. That’s it. It’s done. The times we spent will just be a memory till it’s brought up again, or never.
So what I’m saying is, I think I’m using the two years of high school to focus on me and only me (no friends whatsoever) Sounds melancholy but its whatever, i seem to stress over them than my own education. But hey, it’ll be worth it once I’m graduated and doing something with my life, like traveling to devious places like France, New Zealand and New York and also falling in love with a French bel homme. (Handsome man, in case you don’t know French.) and writing my own novel, baking penis cookies (kidding) that’s all I like forward too to be honest.
can’t believe he’s gone
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me as hell